I don't care what people say ramen is excellent. I could probably eat it everyday if I had to, for one simple reason: convenience. There is nothing like just pouring some water into a cup and having a hot meal. Not like the arduous task of putting on clothes and actually leaving the building to walk through the blistering cold just so you can get a slice of pizza. No, ramen is my friend because it accepts me for the lazy bastard that I am. It is my only comfort currently as I lament the happenings of the day. Having once again had the brilliant idea of staying up all night to do an assignment, I needed nap after economics. Of course, due to this late night creative session, I never woke up again and missed the very class that I had been doing work for. Irony is cruel and funny (depending on who it happens to). But ramen won't show me a good time and then leave me helpless lieing on the bed, comfortable and asleep. No, ramen will fill me and burn my mouth. This is the great balance, and it must be maintained.